My thoughts and love to Sara and her family at this terrible time.
I keep bursting into deep sobbing; on the Piccadilly Line; during the lunch break at the AEA Conference; waiting in the queue in the sandwich shop.
I do not know what to do with my rage that LB was allowed to die. Rounding the corner into my road on the way home on Thursday, I stumbled on a microscopic beach that the council have erected outside Debenhams in partnership with Continental Tyres. Twelve retro deckchairs and three strategically placed buckets and spades. I wanted to smash every single deckchair to smithereens.
I feel rage because of the inevitability of the cover up that Sara’s family will encounter.
I feel very afraid. Afraid for LB. Afraid for Steven. Afraid for all the learning disabled in the “care” system.
I have a meeting with the council when we get back from holiday about contingency plans should we be homeless in five weeks time. I know they are going to suggest the plan that Steven goes to the positive behaviour unit if they cannot find him a flat by 16th August. I know I won’t be able to contain my fury if they do suggest that. I’d rather try and manage him whilst we sleep rough.
Steven is oblivious to all this. On Friday we got the programme for our holiday and he is beyond excitement that on Wednesday evening in the Showbar, we’ve got …….. Abbadabbadoo. (I just hope they dont turn out to be a Jesus and Mary Chain tribute act).
There was a horrible dark irony on Friday. I was at the conference for Action on Elder Abuse. During the speeches, I was exchanging texts with my friend Shelley, who is also a friend of Sara – we were struggling to understand how the tragedy could happen. One thing is for sure – elder abuse has been happening to the Ryan family for the past few months.
Sara – if you read this – big big hugs mate.
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